Equilateral Greens

You don't get what it is about me? I'm not asking you to understand it - just to accept it.

How do you make your triangular squares,
Spin into yellow circles?

First they were blue,
And, before I knew,
It, they were fading into pinks,
Unglued.

I've tussled with logic,
Inside of my pocket,
Picking you slowly apart.

Now, I've given in,
That's it - You win.

Poetic - Your soul is an art.

Author's Note

Based on gathered words/ideas of those encountered.

Reviews

[Dayran]

Its also called a muse.